Our little ski/snowshoe party split up. Goldbrickers Perfesser Chaos and Aunt Barb continued skiing on the trail; Raindog Sophia and Charlie's big sister/niece (it's complicated) Annabelle stayed with them.
Charlie and I, the ones who were actually working, struck off into the woods, off-trail, scouting for places to hide Saturday's search subjects.
It wasn't hard to keep track of the others as they skiied the loop. Sophia sang The Song of Her People as she went; this is reliably piercing at up to 1 km away. The little Chuckster was quite content exploring the deer beds and squirrel hides while I snowshoed briskly along and marked the hidey-spots.
But then we came out onto the trail, and Little Miss Imma Be A Trailing Dog Like My Mommy dropped her nose and announced to me that Daddy passed by here and also that she intended to trail him until she caught him.
And this is what happened when I told her she wasn't allowed to.
daddy's girl, eh?
ReplyDeleteYou are mean, heartless and cruel -- tell Ms. Charlie she can come stay with her Uncle Tuck (he will gladly send you a replacement.)
ReplyDeleteSounds like she is following in the footsteps of her grandmother and mother. Looking forward to more progress reports.
Jan